The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 1911 One Man Carries the Zhao Family Gang to New Heights
Hearing Ma Yang shout "Mountain!", Zhao Jun and the others were all taken aback. This kid's luck is too good; the ginseng he discovered yesterday was just brought out, and now he's made another discovery.

The Zhao family went up the mountain to make money, and opening their eyes to new experiences was a great thing for them.

Just as Zhao Jun was about to respond, he heard Zhao Jinhui's voice from the other side: "What grade of leaf?"

Perhaps because it was his first time in Yingshan, Zhao Jinhui's loud voice trembled.

"Step by step, we rise higher!" Ma Yang was quite good; he knew that Sanpinye couldn't call out "Lampstand," but had to call out "Step by step, we rise higher."

"How many seedlings?" Zhao Jinhui responded again, and Ma Yang shouted loudly, "They're all over the mountain!"

Since the two of them had already called out, Zhao Jun, no matter how much his stomach rumbled, had to go over and take charge.

When Zhao Jun and his group arrived, Zhao Jinhui and Ma Yang had already marked the lampstand.

Seeing Zhao Jun approach, Ma Yang grinned and said, "Brother-in-law, let's go eat first, I'm starving."

Zhao Jun said nothing, but stepped forward and patted Ma Yang on the shoulder heavily to show his satisfaction and encouragement.

"Come on, little brother, let's go eat." Zhao Jun smiled and put his arm around Ma Yang's shoulder.

Seeing this, Li Ruhai pursed his lips. But as Li Baoyu said, opening one's eyes was the greatest achievement in ginseng cultivation. At this moment, Ma Yang was a hero of the entire ginseng gang.

When Zhao Jun and his group returned to the shack, Xing San served them the food that had been reheated many times. The porridge had been simmering in the pot all morning and had become sticky, but by this time the Zhao family members were all hungry, so they took big bites of the large pancakes and drank the porridge voraciously.

"Little brother." After filling his stomach, Zhao Jun slowed down his eating pace and took a moment to say to Ma Yang, "You're really lucky to be a mountain herder."

"Hahaha..." Ma Yang laughed after being praised by Zhao Jun, and said, "Brother-in-law, I dreamed yesterday... that I was seeing a view."

"Huh?" Upon hearing Ma Yang's words, Zhao Jun quickly raised his hand to interrupt, saying, "Little brother, you can't talk about the scenery you saw in the mountains right now."

"Huh?" Ma Yang was taken aback. Then Zhao Jun explained, "You can say whatever you want about the scenery you see at home. But you can't talk about the scenery you see in the mountains unless you leave the mountains."

"Ah..." Ma Yang frowned upon hearing this and said, "Brother-in-law, how would you know what's going on if I don't tell you?"

"I don't know." Zhao Jun still raised his hand to stop Ma Yang, then asked, "Just tell me, do you think that view is good or not?"

“Okay!” Ma Yang nodded emphatically. Last night he dreamed that Zhao Jun led people to carry the two Jiazi and four-grade leaves that he had opened his eyes to yesterday. He was wandering around nearby when he saw a large patch of Chinese tallow trees.

A whole patch of them, all those palm-sized leaves, a lovely, vibrant green.

This morning, Ma Yang wanted to tell everyone about his dream. But the Zhao family was busy all morning, and he didn't get a chance.

Later, when Zhao Jun led a group of people to carry ginseng, Xing San called him back to help with the cooking.

This old mountain dog had a notorious reputation, and Ma Yang dared not refuse Xing San's request.

After helping Xing San cook, Ma Yang also helped Xing San feed the dog.

Only after everything at the shack was finished did Ma Yang lead Zhao Jinhui to search the area around where Zhao Jun and the others had carried ginseng.

And indeed, the search yielded results. At that moment, Ma Yang had a feeling that the vast fields of Chinese tallow trees he had dreamed of would one day become a reality.

So at this moment, Ma Yang really wanted to share his beautiful dream with Zhao Jun and the others. Zhao Jun wouldn't let him say it, which made Ma Yang very uncomfortable.

Upon hearing Ma Yang say that the view was excellent, Zhao Jun immediately agreed, saying, "Alright, little brother, we'll all listen to you today. Whichever way you say to go, that's where we'll go."

Zhao Jun's decision was not unexpected. The ginseng gang was superstitious, and when each ginseng gang member got up early to get their food, the leader would ask the gang members who had been sightseeing the night before.

If the signs of a good omen are observed by the members of the group, then the entire group will follow that person's lead that day.

But at that moment, Ma Yang felt he had received a great honor and ate half a large pancake more than usual.

After eating and drinking their fill, Zhao Jun and his men rested in the shack for more than half an hour. At eleven o'clock, the Zhao family gang went out again to carry the lampstand that Ma Yang had found.

Upon arriving at the destination, Zhao Jun said to Li Baoyu, "Baoyu, you and Xiaochen carry this step-by-step ascent, while we and Xiaoyang traverse this forest again."

Even with the recent additions of Lin Xiangshun and Ma Sheng, the Zhao family gang is still short-handed. Therefore, Zhao Jun is thinking of giving Li Baoyu and Xie Chen some experience as well.

When Li Baoyu and Xie Chen had nothing to do, they would practice digging at tree roots and grass roots with deer antler spoons. Now that they had a chance to practice, the two gladly accepted the task.

After leaving the two of them behind, Zhao Jun said to Ma Yang, "Little brother, which way should we go?"

"Brother-in-law, come with me." After saying this, Ma Yang leaned on his rope, picked up his stick, and headed west.

Zhao Jun and the others followed, and the group went downhill, heading straight for the ditch and pond.

They were walking on established mountain paths, sled trails, or downhill slopes. The roads were difficult, but Ma Yang, who was leading the way, seemed to be on steroids and was still walking very fast.

"Hey little brother, slow down!" Seeing that Ma Yang was seven or eight meters ahead of him, Zhao Jun hurriedly shouted and used the rope to knock on the tree.

As soon as Zhao Jun finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the woods below.

Ma Yang's expression changed, and he stopped in his tracks. His excitement vanished instantly.

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap..." Seeing this, Zhao Jun, Wang Qiang, Zhang Yuanmin, Zhao Jinhui, and Li Ruhai all used their rope sticks to strike the nearby trees.

Soon, the woods ahead returned to tranquility, but Ma Yang dared not lead the way himself.

And so, the group of six entered the woods.

"Brother-in-law," Ma Yang looked around and then said to Zhao Jun, "Let's play with sticks right here."

"Okay!" Since he had said he would listen to Ma Yang this time, Zhao Jun would definitely keep his word.

According to the rules of the Zhao family gang, Zhao Jun was the first to strike, and he had Ma Yang stand next to him. Then, from left to right, they were Zhao Jinhui, Li Ruhai, Wang Qiang, and Zhang Yuanmin.

After arranging the sticks, everyone worked together, using ropes and sticks to push down the mountain and clear away the grass.

However, because of the unusual activity in the forest earlier, Zhao Jun and his group walked very slowly, and every few steps they would use the rope in their hands to tap the nearby trees.

Five minutes later, three pine trees standing side by side blocked Zhao Jun and Ma Yang's path.

The three pine trees are very close to each other. The one on the left is about 50 centimeters away from the middle tree, and the middle tree is less than a meter away from the right tree.

Zhao Jun passed through the gap on the left, and Ma Yang passed through the gap on the right. As they passed, Ma Yang casually used his rope to nudge a clump of Solomon's seal grass between the two trees.

The Solomon's Seal Grass swayed as the rope was pulled, and Ma Yang seemed to see a familiar palm-shaped leaf. He paused, looked down and pulled again, and after seeing clearly, he suddenly stood up, slammed the rope in his hand onto the ground in front of him, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Club! Club!"

At this moment, Zhao Jun and his five men had already taken two steps when Ma Yang suddenly shouted, and all five of them turned around.

"What grade of leaf?" Zhao Jun responded, and Ma Yang shouted again, "Fourth grade leaf!"

"How many seedlings?" Zhao Jun asked again, and Ma Yang, his face flushed, shouted, "They're all over the mountain!"

Those who have never been on a mountain can't understand this kind of excitement. When Ma Yang pulled the rope, stuck the stick into the ground, and shouted "Stick!", he was so excited that his scalp tingled and his face turned red.

After shouting, Zhao Jun and the others gathered around. Zhang Yuanmin took out a small pair of scissors and cut off the top part of the Solomon's Seal grass, leaving only the one seedling with four leaves.

"Brother," Zhang Yuanmin turned to look at Zhao Jun and asked, "Does this count as a wooden dragon?"

"I don't know right now," Zhao Jun shook his head. He couldn't say for sure what the ginseng buried underground was like. But Zhao Jun was certain of one thing: the ginseng was growing between two trees, and the roots of the trees would make it difficult to lift.

Making money is never easy.
Zhao Jun placed his hands on the front of his thighs, pulled his trouser legs forward, and said, "May the Mountain God and the Old Foreman bless us to carry the ginseng smoothly, keep the ginseng roots intact, and get the big batch."

As he spoke, Zhao Jun knelt down in front of the ginseng. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a club lock. Wang Qiang and Zhang Yuanmin broke off tree branches nearby, and with two thrusts and one horizontal movement, they placed a wooden stick across the top of the four-petaled leaves.

"Club, club, don't run away, the red rope will keep you here." Zhao Jun used the club lock to wrap around the stem on the ground, and then took out the deer antler key.

Using a deer antler-shaped tool to dig into the soil, the ginseng root appeared before everyone's eyes.

As soon as the standard three-sectioned reed and jujube-shaped ginseng appeared, Zhang Yuanmin knelt down opposite Zhao Jun and helped Zhao Jun carry the ginseng.

Just as Zhao Jun had predicted, the ginseng was not easy to lift. The roots would touch the tree roots with the slightest movement. The roots were of all shapes and sizes, and each time Zhao Jun and Zhang Yuanmin had to distinguish and confirm them before they would cut the roots with small scissors.

"Brother, there are stones over here." Suddenly, Zhang Yuanmin, who was digging in the soil with a deer antler spatula, said this.

Zhao Jun looked up and heard Zhang Yuanmin add, "This stone isn't small either."

No one can say for sure how big the stones buried in the soil in the mountains are.

Zhao Jun glanced at it again before saying, "It's alright, brother. Stop over there and carry it from my side."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanmin stopped using his antler-shaped pick and instead took small scissors to help Zhao Jun trim the tree roots.

An hour later, Zhao Jun took a break, and Zhang Yuanmin took his place. After kneeling on the ground for an hour, Zhao Jun felt his back and legs were sore and numb.

So when Zhao Jun got up, it was Wang Qiang and Zhao Jinhui who pulled him up, one on each side.

These two roughnecks are not as considerate and attentive as Li Ruhai.

When Zhao Jun had this thought, he realized that Li Ruhai and Ma Yang were no longer around.

"Uncle," Zhao Jun asked Wang Qiang, "Where are Ru Hai and the other two?"

“They’ve gone to the mountain to work,” Wang Qiang said. “Xiao Yang said that while you’re carrying ginseng, he’ll open his eyes again, and then he’ll send Ru Hai with him.”

"So Ru Hai went with him?" Zhao Jun asked. Wang Qiang laughed and said, "Xiao Yang said that we all have to listen to him today, and then Ru Hai went with him."

Upon hearing Wang Qiang's words, Zhao Jun's lips twitched, and then he whistled.

Within two minutes, Ma Yang, leaning on a rope and carrying a stick, strode over, with Li Ruhai following behind him.

"Brother-in-law," Ma Yang asked as he approached Zhao Jun, "Why are you whistling?"

"It's nothing..." Zhao Jun hadn't finished speaking when Ma Yang slammed his stick heavily on the ground with the rope and said, "Brother-in-law, why are you whistling if nothing's wrong? Or am I going to run into Miao Da Huo again?"

"Come on, you two, don't run around like that. What if there's something in this woods and you two get pounced on? That would be terrible."

After saying this, Zhao Jun pointed around and then said to Ma Yang, "You don't need to go far. There's a seedling with four leaves here. It can't just stand here by itself. It must have some other support."

When Zhao Jun carried the ginseng, he checked the root head and found that the ginseng was about sixty years old.

Sixty years of growth, taking into account the years of dormancy and damage to the above-ground stem, means that the ginseng has been producing seeds for at least thirty years.

Over the past thirty years, there have been instances of birds and animals pecking at ginseng seeds, but there are certainly still some ginseng seeds that have taken root and sprouted around them.

Therefore, Zhao Jun concluded that there could not be only this one seedling with four leaves in this area.

Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Yang raised his rope, flicked the stick, and tapped Li Ruhai's calf, saying, "Come on, follow me to press down the mountain."

Li Ruhai was taken aback upon hearing this, then glared at Ma Yang.

"What are you looking at?" Ma Yang shouted, "Stop staring! If you miss out on the blessings bestowed by the Mountain God and the Old Man, can you bear the consequences?"

This kid is arrogant and unreasonable, but he can't bully anyone older than him, so he can only bully Li Ruhai.

"Brother, I..." Li Ruhai looked at Zhao Jun, who then said to Zhao Jinhui, "Jinhui, take these two there. There might be a big shipment in this area."

This four-leaf seedling has been growing for many years, and it will reproduce. So, another question is, how did this four-leaf seedling come about?

It's possible that birds or beasts brought it here, or perhaps it was the ginseng seeds from the fifth or sixth grade leaves that made it.

Therefore, Zhao Jun judged that there might be a large shipment in the vicinity.

Upon hearing that there was a big shipment, Zhao Jinhui, Li Ruhai, and Ma Yang all perked up. After a quick exchange of blows, Ma Yang was surprisingly the first one to be hit.

Watching the three of them drive away up the mountain, Zhao Jun continued to ponder the four-leaf seedling in front of him with Wang Qiang and Zhang Yuanmin.

After working until after 2 a.m., Li Baoyu and Xie Chen joined them. The two of them worked slowly and meticulously, and successfully lifted the lampstand out intact.

Zhao Jun praised the two men, and at that moment, Ma Yang and the other two from Yashan also returned.

It was quite hot in the afternoon of mid-June, and all three of them had flushed faces and were sweating.

Despite their hard work, the three of them had gained nothing after two or three hours of effort.

Li Ruhai dared not question Zhao Jun, but instead confronted Ma Yang, saying, "I told you that it wouldn't work if you were the first to strike, but you still refused."

“I’d love to!” Ma Yang retorted irritably, then turned to Zhao Jun and said, “Brother-in-law, there’s definitely more idiots in this area.”

Zhao Jun nodded, indicating his agreement with Ma Yang's words.

Finding a small, green leaf among thousands of green leaves in Qingcao City is no easy task.

"Don't worry, little brother," Zhao Jun comforted Ma Yang. "Now that we know there are clubs, we'll look for them slowly."

Ma Yang nodded emphatically, then leaned on the rope, picked up the stick, stood up, and called to Li Ruhai, "Come on, Li Ruhai, let's continue searching."

"I..." Li Ruhai wanted to say, "Go ahead and do it if you want," but among the people going up the mountain, he and Ma Yang were the same age, and he didn't want to be inferior to Ma Yang.

So, Li Ruhai gritted his teeth, leaned on his rope, picked up his stick, and stood up, saying, "Let's go!"